Elysium oh, my heart, it became so hardened / open, mutation

Margaery · « **on:** April 29, 2018, 11:41:12 PM »

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When Margaery stirred that morning, she was met with an intense, borderline ravenous hunger. Though not something she was unfamiliar with (there had been many times on her travels that she had nearly starved simply from lack of prey), there was something unsettling in both the strange feeling that accompanied her need for food and the fact that she had eaten well last night. Where food had once been a rare commodity, it was now plentiful and good. She shouldn't be feeling like this, she decided, something was wrong.

A chill ran down her spine but she managed to ignore it, abandoning her room in search of something she could devour quickly and effortlessly so she could go about her day. Paranoid thoughts tugged at the back of her mind but she dismissed them as quickly as they came, refusing to give into her fears, her sneaking suspicions, as to what truly was transpiring. It had been a long time since she felt this familiar burn...

Was she being doomed to the same fate as before?

"Don't be silly!" She exclaimed aloud, though there were no denying the notes of worry that laced her tone. She needed to locate something to eat and fast- the sooner that these troubled theories were put to rest the better.

Before long, she stumbled upon an unlucky songbird and, without even so much as hesitating, killed it. She was panicking at this point, her breathing short and irregular and her eyes wide, she didn't have time to waste over contemplating whether the pretty thing with its soft, dappled feathers deserved a chance at life. No, those feathers were gone now, ripped away as she literally tore into her prey. She had managed but one mouthful when she felt the vile taste rise, forcing her to literally spit out the half-chewed bird and stagger backwards. No.

No.

No.

This was not happening.

This could not be happening.

The only refuge she had been granted when her powers had been stripped away was the welcomed loss of vampirism. She no longer had to fear that part of herself and, though tempted by other forms of darkness, still possessed half the danger she once had. Why did it have to return? She was getting adjusting too, finding some shreds of happiness amidst the Ascendants and the friends (it felt nice to say that) she was making.

"Always and Forever," her mother's voice rang in her ears, "our family will be bound by our curse forever. I've tried to escape it before, we all have. It's impossible. Margaery, darling, it's our fate."

"I refuse... I refuse to live like this again, to be this person again. Please... Please..." She whimpered, not caring who heard her. She needed blood and soon- her aggression and distress would continue to build and build until her thirst was sated, tempting the monster that lurked beneath her skin to make its grand arrival into the Ascendants and take things into its own hands.

But how would she go about getting blood? She couldn't kill someone... she refused. She refused.

"Why... Why me...I don't want blood, not really."

"But I need it... don't I?"

The tears came after that and Margaery fell, a sobbing, hungry mess.

(tl;dr margaery's vampirism comes back and she has a very bad time. side note this thread sucks and i didn't proofread so i'm sorry about that)

Suiteheart · « **Reply #1 on:** April 30, 2018, 12:16:16 AM »

Things were good.

... Scratch that.

Despite wanting to desperately believe things were good and whole in her new world, they were not. Bad things continued to happen, and Suiteheart was unable to do anything to stop it. It hurt her. It hurt her more than words could describe. She wanted to keep her family safe, to make it complete again. She wanted to stop living a lie, but that was harder still. She just wanted things to be normal again. She wanted to wake up one day and feel no regret or remorse for her actions. But she did not get a soft epilogue; she was doomed to a story of unhappy endings it seemed.

And so was her wife.

Vampirism was not uncommon to Suiteheart. She had dealt with it in their past, and should it ever return, she would deal with it again. It no longer frightened her, even if it scared Margaery to death. She would help her love defeat this curse again, or she would at least try until her last breath.

"Margy?" the white feline inquired in a gentle tone as she arrived on scene. Worry burned brightly in her baby blues. Something was very wrong. It took only a few moments for Suite to see the blood around Margaery's maw to realize what had happened. "I'm so sorry," she breathed, shaking her head, watching her dearest love weep.

She padded forward, stopping beside her. She knew Margaery would recoil, disgusted with herself, but Suiteheart would stay. Always. "We'll be okay. You'll be okay. Just breathe, love."

Character Graveyard, · « **Reply #2 on:** April 30, 2018, 08:10:06 PM »

LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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Luna had two mutations of her own- two ram horns and a pair of fluffy white wings. But vampirism was different. It sounded odd- drinking another's blood to satisfy your hunger and Luna knew she wouldn't have the heart to drain blood from any sort of creature.

The snowy serval had come across Hotelsuites and Margaret, noticing the blood around Margy's maw. Concern filled the female's blue eyes and she asked. "Is she alright?"

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.

BASTILLEPRISONER · « **Reply #3 on:** May 01, 2018, 12:03:39 AM »

BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧
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Bastille himself had no real experience for vampirism, but Grimm had encountered several tales in his time and befriended some. Hell, even Echo had stumbled upon a little clan of them in his travels, but overall Bast had never really given them much thought. He just didn't really care about them, frankly, nor did the "beasts" particularly worry him. Sure, he supposed the bloodlust might get out of hand for some, but it wasn't like vampirism demanded death for every meal. In the grand scheme of things, who really cared if someone was taking a little snack from someone else, if everyone lived and nobody gave a fuck about the exchange? Bastille certainly didn't.

Thus, it was a bit hard for him to grasp Margy's despair as he gravitated in her direction, his routinely irritable demeanor dimming slightly as the turmoil of her aura drew him. He caught a few of her muttered words before Suite arrived, and as his gaze flickered from one to the other he drew a few conclusions. Eating one tasteless bird wasn't going to reduce someone to that state unless something larger was going on, and Margy's insistence that she didn't want blood left few other options. Still, though -- what was the big fucking deal?

At a loss for why she was acting like she was dying, Bastille decided to keep his damn mouth shut. Instead he simply settled on Suite's other side, opting to simply listen and see if there was something more than a particular diet preference at play, here. Somehow, he had a feeling that "so what?" wasn't exactly what Margy wanted to hear just then.

(He distress made him uncomfortable, and he shifted slightly, looking vaguely distraught himself with this situation.)

LUCIFERR · « **Reply #4 on:** May 01, 2018, 05:56:55 PM »

Eternal gave no fucks about vampirism,

Heck it was a common enough trait among the fellow exiles back home that it was practically a normality - some of em would even offer to spill some blood if they couldn't get a kill or a fix quick enough to stop someone goin into some kinda frenzy.

Though eternal was somewhat aware that yes indeedy, most of ye olde clans - and perhaps these ones - the subject was much more touchy.

If she were honest, she thought it was just dumb,

Like what? Ya gonna angst about being a tiger because ya gotta prey in animals? It was basically the same thing.

Fuck that, life was worth living not wallowing in a pit of misery - if anything you could direct it towards the ones that weren't so near n dear.

Like yknow tanglefuck and their edgy leader, Casper the not so friendly ghost.

But hey that was just her humble lil opinion.

Padding over ascendant's resident berserker stopped a respectful distance to the two with a light nod to the others and a slight hum "ya doin okay Marge?"

Enemy all in my sights, ▼

Margaery · « **Reply #5 on:** May 02, 2018, 02:49:16 PM »

▶ MARGAERY FOLIE - tags - THE ASCENDANTS - OBSERVER - SHE/HER- FELINE ◀

She did not want their sympathy, their questions, their puzzled stares. She did not want what she perceived in her disillusioned state as their judgement. She just wanted to disappear, to escape the hunger that had all but smothered her. She needed to eat but to eat would mean to kill and she couldn't fall down that path again. She was already struggling for control, this would surely be the catalyst that threw her from her path of her so called self-righteousness. But her only other option was to die and she was all but certain that nobody here would prefer that alternative. Then what? Would could she do to fix this?

Running wasn't the answer but her muscles still tensed and she halfway turned to leave, panic flaring in her chest. Usually such a calm and collected individual, this event had triggered within her another person- one almost tempted to completely cave into the beast that it truly was. She could feel it now, straining underneath her control... control that was wavering, control that could not be held unless she had the strength to.

There was no strength without blood.

Margaery knew that much.

Still in a state of hysteria, the shaking chocolate point looked from clanmate to clanmate, not knowing what to say. She was a monster, that much must have been known, but she was about to be a dead monster if she didn't eat. "I need blood," She finally managed, though her voice was distant, a barely inaudible cry for help.

"Please... I'm sorry..."

LUCIFERR · « **Reply #6 on:** May 02, 2018, 09:17:45 PM »

"Ah I figured" The Tigress nodded with something of a nonchalance the situation didn't seem to call for - but then what did you expect of someone of her illustrious fuckin background? an yes those were some big ass air quotes around that.

She tilted her head and motioned to herself "Welp, I volunteer if ya need it - I ave it on good authority I'm as clean as can be" she snorted lightly "unless you'd ratha I pour a cup for ya? I can do that, Had to do so a few times back in my old home" she shrugged "Eh whatever marge I gotcha covered if ya need" she had lived with multiple blood suckers after all, was fairly common place in the exiles to be fair.

Enemy all in my sights, ▼

BASTILLEPRISONER · « **Reply #7 on:** May 02, 2018, 09:52:38 PM »

BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧
the ascendants — kuiper corporal — tags

There was no question as to what Bast was going to do. Margy was struggling, and while he didn't think that it was that big of a fucking deal, he understood why someone might be upset about such a development. He could understand feeling like a goddamn degenerate for something that you couldn't control. Bastille had to live with the knowledge that he was damned from birth because of the shitty ass souls he'd been given; the turmoil rolling off of Margy felt like a similar darkness.

The second the words were out of her mouth, Bast was inspecting his forearm and picking out where he was going to make a cut. He was not quite familiar with vampires in this lifetime, but he found that as he dug a claw into his flesh that there was a memory there, swimming to the surface. Echo, he would have thought, but no -- it was Zaniel. It was a brief, fleeting impression -- the haze of alcohol in his veins, the laughter and noise of a party as he offered his blood up for the pretty vampire across from him -- and gone almost immediately as Bast tore his skin open with swift, clean cut. It stung a bit as fresh air hit, but the corporal looked unbothered as he looked back up at the others, tuning in to the end of Eternal's offer. Oops.

Oh well. Bastille cared less for his own well-being than for Eternal's, so he'd rather risk himself, anyway. Besides -- it wasn't like he couldn't get Margy off of him if he needed to.

Character Graveyard, · « **Reply #8 on:** May 02, 2018, 11:30:20 PM »

LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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Margaery was a vampire. Somehow unphased by her sudden question, the Starstruck Guardian would open her maw to offer giving up some blood for her Clanmate's sake, but Eternal beat her to it. "Eternal, eat something before. It'll help you feel better afterward- I think."

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.

Margaery · « **Reply #9 on:** May 03, 2018, 07:56:56 PM »

It was their acceptance that calmed Margaery's frazzled nerves, her tears temporarily ceasing in their flow as the realization struck her that they were okay with it- hell, they wanted to help her manage it. Nobody had ever offered her their own blood as Eternalwar had and, struck momentarily by the generosity of the other girl, Marg was forced to weigh her options. She had never been successful in stopping once she began to feed and, unless she was physically fought off, would stay attached to whatever poor soul had been selected as her victim until death claimed them. Eternal was a large cat though and, should she need, she was certain that she had the ability to overpower the chocolate point. Regardless, the idea of placing the blood in a cup was much more comforting.

"I-"

Curse Bastillepaw and his reckless decision to simply offer her his blood right then and there, straight from the vein. The scent nearly claimed the rest of her conscious mind, her ability to rationally think fading faster and faster with every passing second. Her typically gray eyes faded into a deep red color and she, unable to keep control, attempted to lunge at him. No. No. No. No. No. This was wrong, she knew that much... but her hunger, her insatiable, blood driven hunger was all that mattered right now. Nothing else. Nothing else. She was small, but she was fast, and, if she had been successful in her initial lunge, would attempt to dig her teeth into his arm.

gone-guts · « **Reply #10 on:** May 03, 2018, 08:57:20 PM »

Everything in this world had been surprising up until now, and really, Maes doubted anything could shock him at this point. In his opinion, nothing could top humans that could change their appearance whenever they wanted and animals that could talk. But he was unaware of just how much there was left for him to discover. There were things out there that were even more abnormal than multi-colored large cats.

The canine had been out and about, taking a walk in an attempt to work out his tangled thoughts. Everything was so messed up and he wasn't sure what to do. At least his best friend was there to stand at his side. He had never thought he'd see him again, so it was surprising to be reunited with him. Coming back from the dead had been just as surprising for him as it had been for Roy. He had seen death as an end, but now it was almost more like a beginning.

He lifts his gaze, spotting the multiple people gathered up ahead. Curious, he decides to check out what they were looking at, his steps hesitant. He had grown a lot more cautious after dying. His once confident form was reduced to a lesser version of himself, one that was uncertain in a lot of things he did. As he grew closer, he paused abruptly at the scene, his heart jumping up into his throat.

Hughes had read many tales of vampires, watched many films on the beasts of legend that feasted on blood. But never did he ever think he'd encounter one. They weren't real, right? They were just paranormal beings that were made up to scare little kids. But now, as he looked upon Margaery drinking from Bastille's arm, he wasn't so sure.

"SPEECH"

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Suiteheart · « **Reply #11 on:** May 03, 2018, 11:47:55 PM »

Holy shit. People just... volunteered to give Margaery their blood? Something stirred inside Suiteheart that was equal parts relief and worry, causing an odd look to paint her face. She wanted Margaery to eat something, yes, but she was not sure if Margy had the ability to control herself just yet. It worried her. Deeply.

But Margaery was her wife. She needed to take care of her. The white feline opened her mouth to offer her name instead of everyone else's, but Bastillepaw was already slicing into his arm. Suite's mouth hung slightly agape at that. Kid was all actions and no words. She respected it, but she couldn't help but worry.

When Margaery's stormy blue eyes shifted into that haunting red color, she knew she had to do something. Thinking quick on her feet, she would try to push Bastillepaw out of the way so that Margery's fangs would sink into her flesh in place of his. She loved that kid, and she did not want to see him hurt if things turned sour... She just hoped her movements were quick enough.

BASTILLEPRISONER · « **Reply #12 on:** May 04, 2018, 12:01:02 AM »

BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧
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Bastille was a chaotic something, alright. He probably fell somewhere along the lines of good-neutral, but he tended to believe with his batch of souls, it was more likely evil. The only thing that one could be absolutely positive about was the "chaotic" portion. He did put thought into his actions, most of the time, it was simply that his train of logic tended to differ from others -- that, and he had such low regard for his own well-being that "danger" rarely factored into his plans when it came to himself. Others, sure; he could rattle off several considerations for keeping the people he likes safe and how to defend them as best as possible. Really, this situation was an example of both: Bast didn't care about himself; Margy was hungry; he'd rather that no one else be at risk. Low and behold, he was the best choice, by his own logic.

Okay, sure, there were other factors -- he had an extremely high pain tolerance, was not squeamish about the thought of sharing his blood, and had the fighting capability to get away from her if she lost control. Hell, he could teleport the fuck away if he wanted, even. See? He'd thought about it, for about 2 seconds, and then he'd sliced his arm open.

He hadn't really expected for the sudden uncontrollable hunger to erupt in Margy's aura, or for her gaze to go so... crazy, really. He'd expected a more civilized gesture of her daintily sitting next to him and sipping away. Her lunging at him like a maniac? Nah, not in the plans, but he braced himself for impact without much concern about this unexpected act.

He didn't brace himself for Suite's impact, though, and jerked in surprise as she shoved him away, his head snapping up in confusion and vague annoyance before he realized who it was. The bengal straightened himself up with a roll of his eyes, and huffed, "Well, that was a waste of me cutting myself open, then." He wondered idly if it was a possessive thing -- Suite would only let her wife bite her -- but was vaguely weirded out by that for several reasons. It is a delightful experience, Zaniel said suddenly in his thoughts, and he mentally smacked the idiot away with a hard NO. Nope. Gross, dude.

The corporal settled back, eyeing Margy idly, and figured he may as well just stick around to make sure Margy didn't murder Suite instead. That was still somewhat helpful, anyway.

LUCIFERR · « **Reply #13 on:** May 04, 2018, 01:56:03 PM »

hecl ,aybe it was weird to them people offering their blood,

which cmon, they were suppossed to be a community right? all for one an that?

eh maybe peace lovin folks were more squemish on sharin an carin in these kinda situations but as far as she was concerned it wasn't right to let your figurative family in clan go hungry when ya could help with a fairly elegant solution.

of course then drum'n'bass was cutting open his arm already and Eternal rolled her eyes at him - what you want a ravenous vampire to go blood hungry because ya couldn't just wait for them to bite or offer em a cup? cmon now surely they were aware of courtesies here,

oh wait no probably not, huh.

well watching this back n forth was great an all but she directed her question to hotel hell n presumably mararitta if she were still somewhat coherent - the sudden lunge might prove otherwise, cmon bass there was a reason ya didn't just go around openin veins straight up! - "if ya like I can go n come back with a cup of blood - im aware openin veins in plain sight will probably not 'elp" she motioned "plenty of me old mates went kinda crazy on just the sight of an open source ratha than just a cup" she shrugged.

Enemy all in my sights, ▼

Margaery · « **Reply #14 on:** May 06, 2018, 10:47:32 PM »

MARGAERY MIKAELSON

The moment that Margaery's teeth met flesh, she began to feed, delirious on the rush that the blood supplied her. It had been so long since she had feasted upon the essence of another feline and, as twisted of her to say it, had forgotten how satisfying the very taste was. Unless stopped, she would continue to drain her victim until they perished, unaware of the very fact that she could be severely harming one of her clanmates or even her wife.

This was a bad situation, her subconscious had deemed, but without the proper means of putting a stop to it, Margaery would continue to drain the blood out of Suiteheart. In retrospect, she shouldn't have made such a spectacle of her most recent development, instead resigning to silently escaping the Ascendants territory to hunt. Now, she risked killing someone. The little part of her that was still coherent just wished that someone, anyone, would pry her off of her victim.

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